Soundtrack to the Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Capri, (Nas)] Yeahhhhh! (Uhh... Q.B.) All the people in the place! It's the one and only Kid Capri (Uhh... T.M., nigga) Along with my man, Nas Escobar (Ill Will...) We about to take this one all around the world So y'all feel this one, come on! [Verse 1: Nas] My antidote to the dope, add drugs in the party Pistol-whippin' your body, lyrical odyssey Y'all ain't smoke real shit, less y'all smokin' with me And y'all ain't heard real shit, 'til you heard it from me Escobar – I toasted with Frank White To this new era of gangster life, slangin' words in the mic Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight This game I'ma run 'til it's done, stack my funds Packin' guns, clean each gat once a month Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest Hope you squeeze it 'cause you're only safe from stomach to chest Everything else left open, I'm smokin' Neck to your balls, police won't even question at all It's the Esc- to the -bar, connects in P.R.  Overlord of rap – U.S., France, to Ecuador [Chorus: Nas] Have you ever met a QB gangsta,  Who'll shake your hand, ya turn ya back, he would shank ya? Niggas want the street – you lookin' for me You want the hot shit – you must cop the Kid Capri Ladies dance to it, niggas pound that in your Jeep Esco and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin' Soundtrack To the Street Thugs bop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin' L's, poppin' Glocks to it [Verse 2: Nas] Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain The whole game changed, niggas with no brain could make dough Off of cocaine, Colombian neckties Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas Customized flow, words stitched into the seams Tailor made lyrics, words fit ya, spit scripture worship Far from my league, niggas can't spar with the kid Regardless of your bid or who you partners with Spit – cartridges at so-called hard niggas You get – sparked and hit, held as hostages You know how the mobsters is From the heart of the Bridge We just started gettin' dough – yo, pardon the kid I ain't used to havin' shit, my youth as bad as it get Ghetto bound, first lesson was to let off rounds Shots, echo the town, New York, home of The Harlem Mixtape Master, as we all know him now [Chorus: Nas] Have you ever met a QB gangsta,  Who'll shake your hand, ya turn ya back, he would shank ya? Niggas want the street – you lookin' for me You want the hot shit – you must cop the Kid Capri Ladies dance to it, niggas pound that in your Jeep Esco and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin' Soundtrack To the Street Thugs bop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin' L's, poppin' Glocks to it (Uhh, what? Kid Capri) [Verse 3: Nas] Soundtrack To The Street, a theme for every hood Every lockdown facility, get ox'ed down for grillin' me Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours Respect money and power and them honeys that swallow But what's becoming of Pablo? Nothing but bigger bank Fuck you niggas think I ride for? Same thing niggas die for So we draw guns the same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor Niggas doing 30 to life to survive in this world Transporting keys that's inside of a door Opening spots from Little Rock to Baltimore Smoked out, chillin' on the Kid Capri world tour [Chorus: Nas] Have you ever met a QB gangsta,  Who'll shake your hand, ya turn ya back, he would shank ya? Niggas want the street – you lookin' for me You want the hot shit – you must cop the Kid Capri Ladies dance to it, niggas pound that in your Jeep Esco and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin' Soundtrack To the Street Thugs bop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin' L's, poppin' Glocks to it [Ad-libs: Kid Capri] Yeah Word up, come on We make it bump, one time, word up! My man Nas, make it bump one time, come on Come on, we make it bump one time, word up The Kid Capri make it bump one time, come on [Chorus: Nas] Have you ever met a QB gangsta,  Who'll shake your hand, ya turn ya back, he would shank ya? Niggas want the street – you lookin' for me You want the hot shit – you must cop the Kid Capri Ladies dance to it, niggas pound that in your Jeep Esco and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin' Soundtrack To the Street Thugs bop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin' L's, poppin' Glocks to it [Outro: Kid Capri] And I say, party people! It's the Kid Capri, Nas Escobar, Soundtrack to the Streets Jumpin off, youknowhatI'msayin? You a part of history! Stay tuned... uh!